The tip of her shoe covered foot, kept getting nudged por her encontro, data sitting across from her, and it was really starting to bother her. Every time he made soft mover with his foot, all she could think about was him, not the man in front of her. He’s decently cute; her encontro, data that is. He was some what short and scrawny, but still good looking. Though, his eyes, his eyes weren’t piercing blue, they were a dull brown. Nothing hidden behind them, and that’s what turned her off the most. Her encontro, data wasn’t witty, complicated, or even at all interesting. He was too nice, simple, and boring. There would most likely not being a segundo encontro, data after this.
“What do you do in your free time?”
Her encontro, data asks.
“I don’t have much free time, I’m too busy with school and work most of the time.”
“So, all you do is work?”
She gives a small laugh.
“Yeah, basically.”
“Although, since you took a dia off from your busy work schedule, to go on a date, I can only assume you like me.”
“What a loser.” House whispers to himself, sitting at the mesa, tabela behind theirs, trying to conceal his face with a magazine.
She gives a small chuckle. The type of chuckle that shows clear disgust and annoyance. But, she hides it with a small half smile.
“I knew you liked me.”
He states, his face a glow.
House laughs, but louder than necessary.
She squinches her eyes, knowing who it is, and quickly turns around to the occupied table.
He drops the magazine, slowly.
“When did you get here?”
He asks, atuação innocent.
She just stares.
“Lisa, everything okay?”
Her encontro, data asks.
“I’m fine.”
She states a little too harshly, but never turning around. Her eyes still glued on House’s.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me?”
House asks. A smart alec look plastered all over his face.
Still, nothing came out of her mouth, but an annoying loud breathing, that drove House crazy.
“I better get going.”
Her encontro, data said, awkwardly.
She nodded.
“Uh, nice to have met-?”
“Greg House.”
She finally speaks.
“Okay, nice to have met you, Greg.”
House nods.

“Call me some time, Lis?”
“Yeah.”
Then, the man walks out.
“Lis? Really?”
“It’s a nick name.”
“A crappy one at that.”
“Nobody wants your opinions, so keep them to see yourself.”
“I’d rather express them.”
“Go express them to someone who actually enjoys them.”
“Only you enjoy them.”
“You think I enjoy your obscenely rude comments? No.”
“But, you put up with them, which is good enough.”
“I’m going home, goodnight.”
He gives a sad nod.
“Goodnight.”
He states, too quiet for it to be heard. Because, if she would have heard him, when she walked by, she would have noticed the sadness in his voice.